Fogelsville, Wednesday
I walk on dappled sunspots
under arched maples
and cloudless dome
watch leaves fall
to woodland floor
hear drops,
feel their spatter
on my shoulders
carry on and know
the tall timber
in its leaved glory
rustling in the wind
weeps for me,
rain I hold locked in.
Pomatomus saltatrix, you showed me how to loveIn lapping of the waves against the gallows’ posts aboveThe gentle bay, forever clear, where barnacles sing ofA heaven freed of ugliness and brutal death thereofThe fisher boy had broken yet like tawny August dawnA tiny speck of cold and sweat dripped slowly down uponA bare yet gilded…
SIGNS OF LIFE Andrea Wentzell ’15
Untitled Elizbeth Bachmaye ’16
By Joseph Aukward, Psy.D. `27 This place is dark. It is cold and lifeless.I wither at the bottom, wondering how I fell so far.The Pit claws past me, stretching towards eternityIt was once a ring about my feet,A barrier my eyes did not see.It grew as I slipped,Covering me with its shadows.It feeds on my…
Stacy Mccrosson, M.D. `97
When I was a child,I dreamt of what I could do.I’d stand outsideOn a clear spring afternoon,Waiting to catch a butterfly on mytongue.I always wanted to catch a rainbow.I’d sit on the floor,Talking to inanimate objects,Hoping they were actually listening.I always wanted to advise a balloon.I’d sit in front of the fireplace,Consuming the warmth.And be…